

















Copyright 1*J?__ 

CQPmiGirr deposit. 






















V 



































The 

GANDY COTTAGE 



































































































































' 





















































































































































































CANDY)' C OTTACE 


Storey by 

SMciy Turlong 

Pictures by 

Elsa QoldyYbu ny 


ALBERT^VWHITAAAN 

y P co- 


CHICAGO 






















fZz 

C-Cu-rv^ 


COPYRIGHT, 1933 

BY 

ALBERT WHITMAN & CO. 




Printed in United States 
of America 


NOV 15 1933 

©CIA 67160 



































































JIM 



L # 

^ » ' T\ 

y.' frin 

■’: fpBB 

jyr ^fcx^xiXT 

^^<v.v35Xl 

CTWK '!W/i 



X'&xcv&m. 

Mjflri ■: J 

\\. f ( 
\ i'lV 1 

m ■/ 

r^s 

; \-x 

i 

M^ ,: :':y---£ 




























































The CANDY COTTAGE 


Once there was a little girl named Jean and 
she was very poor. She had no father and 
mother and she was—Oh, so lonesome—because 
she did not have anybody to love her, or to play 
with her, or to take care of her. 

Finally she was so poor that she had no 
house to live in, no bed to sleep in, and just one 
piece of cracker to eat, and only a torn little 
dress and pair of shoes to wear. She was very 
sad; so she started out in the world to find some¬ 
one who would love her and make her happy. 








It was a beautiful spring morning and over¬ 
head the birds were singing, “Tweet, tweet.” 
Jean walked down a long, long road until she 
came to a little wood. After she had gone a little 
farther she heard a queer little noise. It was 
dark in the wood, and Jean could not be sure at 
first, but she looked up and saw a nest full of 
soft, downy little birds with wide-open mouths. 

“I want my mother; I want my father; I 
want my breakfast,” they sobbed and cried all 
at once. 

Mother and Father Bird had been gone from 
the nest for a long time and their Baby Birds 
were very hungry. Jean broke off part of her 
cracker, but the Baby Birds were so hungry and 
cried so hard, she gave them all of it. 

“Thank you, Jean,” the Baby Birds chirped 
and sang as they gobbled up the last crumb. 

“You are welcome,” said Jean, and she was 
happy because the Baby Birds were not hungry 
any more and had stopped crying. 

Jean passed on down the road until she came 
to a broken fence. There sat a strange little 



girl crying bitterly and holding her foot. 

“What is the matter?” Jean asked. 

“I have no shoes, and I hurt my foot,” said 
the little girl, and she began to weep again. 

“Don’t cry,” said Jean. “You may have my 
shoes, although they are very worn.” 

“Thank you, but what will you do without 
your shoes?” said the little girl. 




“Oh, I will be all right,” said Jean. She 
thought the strange little girl with the hurt foot 
needed her shoes more than she did, so Jean 
took them off and gave them to her. 

Jean walked on and on, up hill and down. 
After a while she came to a pretty cottage 
where children were singing and playing in the 
garden. 

“Hello, Rags,” called a little boy. “Aren’t 
you afraid you will blow away?” 

Jean did not answer, but ran on down the 
road. Now, she did not want to run away. She 
wanted to play with the children in the garden, 
but she was ashamed of her worn-out dress and 
her bare feet. She was really very sad and 
started to cry, when she heard the softest, 
sweetest little voice say: 

“Jean, let me out!” 

Jean looked down at her feet and saw noth¬ 
ing but the flowers in the grass. She looked be¬ 
fore her and saw nothing but the big, strong 
oak trees. She looked overhead and saw only a 
bird fly by. 


“Where are you?” she 
said softly. She did not 
want to frighten away the 
little voice. 

“Here, here in this flow¬ 
er,” said the same little 
voice. 

Jean looked down and 
saw a pretty little fairy fold¬ 
ed in the petals of a lily and 
trying to get free. Jean 
turned back the petals so that 
the fairy could stand up in 
the heart of the flower. 

Jean did not think of her 
worn-out dress. She bent over 
so that she would not seem so 
tall. 

“Where did you come from? 
What is your name? Why are 
you so small? Why are you here?” she asked in 
one breath. 

“I came from my home high in the sky, be- 











cause I heard you call/’ said the little fairy. 

“I am so glad you came,” said Jean. “I am 
afraid I might hurt you, you are so tiny.” 

Suddenly the fairy jumped up. Strange to 
say, she seemed to be going very high in the air 
for such a tiny creature. As she looked, Jean 
saw the fairy getting taller and taller until she 
had grown as tall as Jean. 

“Didn’t you wish for a little playmate? Well, 
here I am to play with you,” said the fairy-child. 
She took Jean by the hand and the two little 
girls ran and danced all the way down the hill. 

Soon the children came to a turn in the road. 
They followed a little path through a garden. 
Great yellow sunflowers, straight and strong 
as soldiers, stood guard over their little sisters, 
the red poppies at their feet, and everywhere 
the flowers nodded their heads and beckoned to 
the fairy-child and Jean. 

At the end of the path was the strangest 
little house, not made of brick or stone or wood. 
It was made of candy, ice-cream, cakes, nuts, 
and fruit, and was called the Candy Cottage. 



JEAN AND LITTLE PLAYMATE SAT DOWN AND HAD A PARTY 


























































































Jean had never seen so many good things in 
all her life. She was very hungry because she 
had given her cracker to the little birds in the 
nest that morning. 

“Oh, if I could only have just one little bit of 
all that candy, Little Playmate/’ she whispered. 

“Of course you may, Jean. More will come 
in its place,” said Little Playmate. 

As she spoke, Little Playmate broke off a 
piece of the Candy Cottage that was made of 
red and white stick candy. Immediately another 
piece of candy came in the place of the one 
taken away. 

Jean and Little Playmate went into the 
Candy Cottage and everywhere they looked they 
saw chairs made of chocolate and tables made 
of caramels. Then, too, Jean noticed the door 
knobs were little round buns with raisins stuck 
in to make them look like a tiny face with eyes, 
nose and mouth. 

“Take me, eat me, Jean,” called tiny voices. 

Jean was very much surprised to know that 
these tiny door knobs could speak, even in a tiny 



voice, but she picked off one little bun and then 
another. She ate first the little raisin eyes and 
then the mouth and then the little head. 

And always, new door knobs sprang into 
place just as when Jean broke off the red and 
white stick candy. You see, the Candy Cottage 
was a fairy cottage and all things were en¬ 
chanted. 

“Oh, is that ice cream?” asked Jean, point¬ 
ing to pink dishes, filled with ice cream, nuts 
and candied fruits. “My, but I would like some.” 

“Have all you wish. See, the table is spread 
for a party.” 

Jean and Little Playmate sat down to the 











table made of caramels and decorated with pink 
and yellow gumdrops, and had a party. 

Now, this was strange ice cream. It looked 
soft enough to eat and yet it did not melt. 
Some of it was shaped like a dish to hold cakes 
and more ice cream. 

So Jean and Little Playmate ate the nuts, 
and candied fruit, and cakes, and then they ate 
the dishes, too. Like the stick candy railing, 
and the door knobs made of buns, new ice cream 
and cakes came from the table, and there were 
as many dishes as when the children started. 

All around the room there was beautiful 
paper with pictures of huge apples, oranges, 
plums, and bananas, and yet when Jean touched 
them they were round and soft like real fruit. 

Jean gave a gentle pull and there were 
apples and grapes in her hand. Still, just as 
when she ate the stick candy, the dishes made 
of ice cream, and door knobs made of raisin 
buns, there was new fruit to fill in the picture. 

“Jean, don’t you want to come upstairs?” 
said Little Playmate. 


For the first time Jean noticed 
a stairway of clearest crystal. It 
frightened Jean a little to look 
down through the glass stairs, 
but Little Playmate held her hand 
so she did not cry or hold back, 
but went up the stairs. 

There was the biggest, sunniest 
playroom, and in it were toys, a 
merry-go-round, ladders to climb, 
and everything that children love. 

Jean gave a little cry and ran 
to a corner where lived a family 
of dolls in the largest doll house 
you ever saw. It had furniture 
and rugs in it like a real house, 
and even food in the pantry. 

There was a Father 
Doll, a Mother Doll, a 
Big Brother and Sis¬ 
ter Doll, and a dear 
little Baby Doll. 

Jean sat down on 
the floor. She picked 





up Baby Doll, who was a pretty 
little toy. 

“What a sweet little tot you 
are/’ said Jean. 

“Hello, Jean,” they all cried at 
once. “Come and play with us.” 

“No, no, she must play with 
us,” cried little voices. Jean 
looked around and saw five Baby 
Bunnies with soft, white fur and 
pink eyes, and ears lined with 
pink silk. Their names were 
Fluffy, Puffy, Stuffy, Muffy and 
Cuffy, and they all looked exactly 
alike. 

“No, she must ride on my 
back,” cried Rocking Horse as he 
galloped past. 

All the toys laughed 
and talked like peo¬ 
ple, yet they looked 
like real playthings. 

Jean and Little Play-, 
mate played with Fa- 







ther and Mother Doll, Brother and Sister Doll, 
Baby Doll, the five Baby Bunnies, Fluffy, Puf¬ 
fy, Stuffy, Muffy and Cuffy, and Rocking Horse. 
They played house, they played school, they rode 
on the merry-go-round, and the jolly horses 
shook their heads and snorted when they gal¬ 
loped. Everybody was happy and as good na- 
tured as could be, so they played all the after¬ 
noon. 

Jean had been very sad and about to cry 
that morning because she did not have anyone 
to play with her, because she was hungry and 
her dress was old and torn. She had been hav¬ 
ing such a good time she forgot how badly she 
had felt that morning. 

“Little Playmate, come here! See my pretty 
dress, my slippers and my hair ribbon,” for 
suddenly Jean had noticed that her worn little 
dress was gone, and she had on a silk dress 
trimmed with ribbon bows, and shoes with shiny 
buckles. Around her neck hung a silver heart. 

Little Playmate did not answer, nor could 
Jean find her in the playroom, although she 


searched every corner, and all the Doll family 
helped her. 

“Come, Fluffy, Puffy, Stuffy, Muffy, and Cuf- 
fy. Come, Rocking Horse, and help me find 
Little Playmate,” said Jean. 

She led the way down the glass stairs, and 
all the Doll family and toys followed. They 
looked all over the Candy Cottage. They looked 
through the garden, but they could not find 
Little Playmate. 

Jean sat down and cried for her little play¬ 
mate who had brought her so much happiness. 
All the Baby Bunnies and the rest of the toys 
crowded around Jean and tried to comfort her. 

“Don’t cry, we will love you, and you can 
always stay and play with us in the Candy Cot¬ 
tage,” they said. 

This made Jean happy again and she took 
all the little toys she could hold in her arms and 
hugged them. 

The great round sun was fast sinking out of 
sight and the little birds had cuddled down in 
their nests for a long night’s sleep. 


“Come, let us have our tea,” said Jean, and 
she led the way back to the Candy Cottage, with 
Baby Doll in her arms. 

Great fireflies lighted the Candy Cottage 
while Jean, the Doll family, the five Baby Bun¬ 
nies, and Rocking Horse sat around the table 
and had their tea. 

“I want some candy,” said Baby Doll. 

“No, not at night,” said Mother Doll. 

When Jean and all her playmates had eaten 
all they wanted, Fluffy, one of the five Baby 
Bunnies, said: 

“Come out in the garden, and when the 
moon is shining, Puffy, Stuffy, Muffy, Cuffy, and 
I will dance for you.” 

“I wish you would,” said Jean. 

Out in the soft spring night, the five Baby 
Bunnies made a May-pole from a slender birch 
tree in the garden. Catching some stray moon¬ 
beams they fastened them to the top. While 
crickets sang, the five Baby Bunnies danced 
around the May-pole, each one holding a pale 
moonbeam. As they danced they sang: 


“Five Baby Bunnies, we 
Dancing on the velvet lea; 

In and out and round we go, 

On the light and airy toe.” 

By this time, Baby Doll was asleep, so 
Mother and Father Doll led the way and the 
happy, tired toys and little girl were put to bed. 
In one comer of the playroom was a little white 
bed. Jean slipped in under the softest covers 
she had ever seen and was soon asleep, but not 
before she had said good-night to all the toys 
and kissed the Doll family. Baby Doll did not 
want to sleep in her own little crib, so she 
climbed in Jean’s bed and Mother Doll did not 
say “No.” 

After all were asleep, the moon looked in at 
the window to see that all the toys were in their 
proper places. Who should slide in on a moon¬ 
beam but Little Playmate, but she was oh, so 
tiny again. 

Softly she kissed Jean’s cheek and made her 
smile in her dreams. Then, she ran up a moon¬ 
beam and back to her home in Fairyland. 

Because she was always sweet and kind, 


Jean stayed in the Candy Cottage forever and 
ever with Mother and Father Doll, Brother and 
Sister Doll and Baby Doll, the Five Baby Bun¬ 
nies, Fluffy, Puffy, Stuffy, Muffy, and Cuffy, 
and Rocking Horse. 

























































































































































































* 
































* 




» 















































































































































































































































































































V 




' 






■ 


•m' 






V.\\>; 


p, 

V 


7 ? 


•W>< ’.•;. 




H 


V 




I'VL, 














( 



















